Chapter 118 Dead?

Cloud City, which is calm on the surface, has been very lively these days, and Li Wansan, the shopkeeper of Wanjinlou, who can't figure out the thoughts of his old opponent, has been making small moves in the past few days. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although in a few days, he easily took advantage of what he couldn't take before, but his heart became more and more bottomless.

He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in his old rival's gourd.

The movement he has made in the past few days is not small, if this was put aside, he would have jumped out and returned an eye for an eye with himself, but this time it was strange, no matter how he got it, this Yunjin number just didn't react.

It can't be said that there is no response, but the reaction is too small, and it was easily solved by him.

Where is the feeling of fighting for every minute and fighting fiercely before.

This matter is abnormal everywhere, but he doesn't know what's wrong, as if the shopkeeper Sun suddenly doesn't want to play with him, and he has a completely loving attitude.

What the hell is going on?

What was the origin of the boy he kidnapped that day, so that he didn't even care about the defeat in the business field?

As for whether someone tied up Shopkeeper Sun and something like that, Shopkeeper Li of Wanjinlou didn't think about it at all.

In Cloud City, there are only two of them who tie up others' shares, where would anyone dare to attack the idea of the two of them from this aspect.

But things often turn out so unexpectedly that what he thinks is the least likely to happen just happens.

He was right about one thing, no one in Cloud City dared to kidnap them, but it was not the people from Cloud City who kidnapped people.

In the past few days, except for taking the time to go to the city and return the house, Mo Qing has not gone anywhere, and has been staying in this large but very remote courtyard.

Those men were also let go by him, and after beating the two people who tried to escape in the middle of the night and flying back with blood vomiting, no one thought of escaping.

Shopkeeper Sun also came out of the secret room, and when he looked at Mo Qing, he always had a smile on his face.

He didn't seem to care at all about Mo Qing knocking him out that night and taking away dozens of taels of gold from the secret room.

Lao Zhangtou was feeding the horses, and from time to time he scratched the horses' necks and brushed their bodies, doing it very seriously.

The black-faced man, also known as Weng Tiecheng, was punching there, his fists were roaring, and the tiger was in the wind. If this had been before, it would have been greeted with a round of applause.

But now, after a few people were solved by a little kid in twos and threes, the applause was really faceless.

The picture in the courtyard is very harmonious, everyone has their own thing to do.

Mo Qing sighed to himself, but sat on the stone bench under the big tree by himself, cultivating all the time, quietly waiting for the Yunjin Hao to come to the real principal.

If he didn't know about the iron door, then he would have to go to other big places to inquire.

When two black rocking pigeons appeared in the sky, Mo Qing withdrew from his cultivation state, opened his eyes, and quietly looked at the courtyard gate.

The two swinging pigeons did not go far, and after circling in the air for a while, they swooped down like arrows and landed directly in front of the shopkeeper Sun who was sitting in front of the house making tea.

Shopkeeper Sun was startled at first, and then he was happy after seeing things clearly, but then he glanced at the direction where Mo Qing was with a panicked face.

It was only when he saw that the young man was sitting there motionless, and he didn't blame himself, that he was relieved.

In the past few days, this seemingly harmless boy has left a terrifying impression on him.

Weng Tiecheng, who was boxing on the side, snorted lightly, restrained his fist, and stared out of the gate with his eyes.

A few bored people who were watching the boss play boxing to kill time, seeing the boss's movements, they were a little puzzled, and just about to ask something, they were stopped by Weng Tiecheng, signaling them not to talk and look outside.

After a while, they also felt the movement outside, their faces changed, and they took out their weapons and held them tightly in their hands, looking ready to fight at any time.

Although they have been hit hard by this young man in the past few days, when facing others, they still have the kind of courage that they have cultivated over the years.

The old Zhang Tou, who was brushing the jujube red horse in front of the stable, paused for a moment, and continued to continue his movements as if nothing had happened.

With the slight 'creak' of the big wooden door, the door that had been closed for several days was slowly pushed open, and then, a man in his fifties, with a dusty face but no loss of grace, appeared in front of everyone.

Behind him stood a dozen guards with knives, all of them tense, their hands unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the knife at their waist.

Although on the way, the head of the family warned them that the people they met this time were extraordinary and did not let them move, but when they really arrived at the place, they still couldn't help but be highly vigilant.

The head of the family has been good to himself over the years, and he has remembered it in his heart, raising soldiers for a thousand days and using soldiers for a while, at this time, knowing that the road ahead is dangerous, but letting the weak head of the family carry it alone, they feel uncomfortable.

The middle-aged man's slightly wrinkled face, with a smile, looked at the scene in the courtyard slightly, and then his eyes fell on Mo Qing, who was sitting on the stone bench.

"This is the little immortal master of the Immortal Gate, he is really a young talent, and his bearing is extraordinary. ”

Wang Chunsheng, who came all the way, was not a little surprised when he saw Mo Qing tell him about his origin, so he sighed in his heart, it seems that the other party really knew about the matter of the shopkeeper Sun secretly sending the letter by himself, maybe it was deliberate.

After speaking, seeing that Mo Qing didn't speak, he smiled again, and walked towards the courtyard gate by himself.

After taking two steps, he stopped again, looked back at the guards who followed him, frowned, waved his hand to make them stop, and then continued to walk inside.

The head of the guards outside hesitated for a moment with an embarrassed face, but finally did not follow.

After making a few gestures to the people behind him, more than a dozen people quietly dispersed, surrounding the entire courtyard.

It can be seen that they are all first-class good players, and the worst kung fu in them is also on par with Weng Tiecheng with a black face in the yard.

Looking at this middle-aged man who walked in like a casual garden, Mo Qing couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he was really the real principal, and this bearing was far from being comparable to Shopkeeper Sun.

But these Mo Qing didn't care, what he cared about was what he just said.

'The little immortal master of the Immortal Gate!'

This means that he knows about the Iron Fan Gate, and even the things in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, otherwise, he would not have said the Iron Fan Gate after seeing himself, but replaced it with the Immortal Gate.

It seems that he deliberately mentioned to the shopkeeper Sun that night that he was an iron door, and it still took effect, and he didn't forget this sentence when he wrote the letter.

looked at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, and waved his hand to stop Shopkeeper Sun's plan to come over. Mo Qing spoke.

"It seems that you are the real person in charge of the Yunjin, yes, you have a bit of bearing. ”

was praised by a teenager in front of him, saying that he was good, Wang Chunsheng was a little stunned.

Isn't this what I used to say about others? How can it be used on myself today, and the person who spoke still looked childish with a childish look on his face.

Thinking like this in his heart, but his face would not show it, he stopped not far in front of Mo Qing, smiled and saluted Mo Qing.

"Thank you, Little Immortal Master, for your compliment. ”

He accepted it so calmly.

This made the shopkeeper Sun next to him admire in his heart, that's why he is the head of the family, and he can only be the shopkeeper for the rest of his life, this cultivation, this bearing is far from being comparable to himself.

The young man sitting on the seat showed a hint of surprise on his face, and after looking at Shi Li in front of him, he looked at the middle-aged man who looked at him again and said, "You are screaming from a little immortal master, so you know what our iron door is for?"

After thinking for a moment, Mo Qing finally asked what he wanted to ask.

Speaking of which, the villain also heard the name of Xianmen by chance, and since then he has kept it in his heart, and he dare not forget it for a moment.

Two days ago, the villain got a letter from his shopkeeper, saying that he had inadvertently offended the little immortal master, and after the villain knew about it, he was horrified and rode all the way to you, for fear that the people would be ignorant and offend you again.

Now that I see that you are unharmed, the villain's heart can be regarded as relaxed, thank you for the mercy of the little immortal master. ”

Mo Qing was noncommittal about his words, what he cared about was the news about the iron door, and as for the rest, he didn't listen to it.

"It seems that you know a lot, tell me, you know all about my iron door?"

Seeing that the young man looked at himself with interest, as if he was very interested in other people's views on the master, Wang Chunsheng couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, it's a teenager, no matter how powerful he is, no matter how mature he is on the surface, he still has the heart of a young man after all, and he still cares a lot about the evaluation of others.

Wang Chunsheng was silent for a moment, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, and only after a while did he speak:

"I don't know much about the villains of Xianmen, but I only occasionally hear people talk about it, saying that there are some immortals living in Xianmen, who can soar through the clouds and fog, call the wind and rain, and fly into the sea, which is extremely magical.

The villain didn't believe it until a few days ago, when he heard the shopkeeper's confession, saying that he had offended the little immortal master, and the villain understood that what the person said was true, and there were really these fairy-like characters and fairy-like sects in this world......"

Mo Qing raised his hand and interrupted the flattery of the person in front of him, although it sounds good, but he is not a person with the iron door, and what he wants to know is the location of the iron door, what is the use of you always talking about this.

"How do you know that?"

"A distant relative of mine, he likes to ask for immortals all his life, but he has never succeeded in his life, these are what he told the villain in the early years. ”

"And what about your distant relative?"

"Dead, dead more than ten years ago. ”

He's dead?

Mo Qing couldn't help but be stunned, was the clue interrupted again?